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Think twice before you agree to a relationship where you become a subservient husband to a cheating wife. The following is the second part of a story sent to my by one cuckold husband caller of ours. If you haven’t read the first part, then you can do it right here:

So what is it that I gave up in return for an orgasm?

Simply, incredibly, I gave up my rights as a husband and agreed that my wife would do as she pleases with regards to bringing men home for sex. Not only did I agree to let her cheat on me, but with time, I became a willing participant in her sexual encounters with the men she would bring home, watching, and being asked to perform certain duties that did not feature in our original marriage contract…

I allowed myself to be a cuckold to a spouse who became a HOTWIFE, with all the rewards and consequences that this entails. And if you have read the first part of this article, you will know how my wife, through tease and denial got me to do exactly as she wanted.

And true, it didn’t happen overnight. My wife didn’t become a dominant wife all of a sudden. And she didn’t transform me into a her own privately owned cuckold husband by a stroke of her magic wand. No… It is a state she grew in, bit by bit, stroke by stoke, tease after denial, over a period weeks, leaving me hours and then days before she allowed me to come. And with each session, she fined tune her skills, zoned right into that mindset until it became natural for me to think of her as my superior, the woman who owned me, and for whom I would do anything.

In the beginning, for the promise of that orgasm which I was now begging her to let me have, she would ask me little things in return. Like flowers. And then to take her to an expensive restaurant. Buy her clothes. And I found her requests for compensation absolutely charming. Little did I notice that she was increasing the “payload” with each promise, each surrender, each submission.

And the more adept she became at the game of cock control, the more subservient I grew into. And then one day, she had me buy her a very low cut dress which hid nothing of her ample breasts and asked me to take her out. She looked imperial in that dress and everyone was looking at her. You could sense the smell of sex in the air, and she had that glow over her, that inimitable glow of sexual awakening.

That was the second part of her plan. Soon she would serve me with an ultimatum of such erotic an enticing nature that I immediately agreed to it. My own beloved, my very own cheating wife. Phone sex would have been easier.